InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ His Little Girl ❯ Kikyou's revenge ( Chapter 21 )

 

 

Violet-blue eyes fluttered open to the bright golden red colours of the new dawn. Moaning with pleasure at the incredible way she felt, the afterglow of the pleasurable acts from the night before as well as the restful sleep she'd gotten, the female turned her eyes on the male next to her…and screamed.

 

Sango fell out of the bed and would've hit the floor had it not been for the white fluffy tail that wrapped around her and pulled her back up onto the mattress. Her violet-blue eyes met golden eyes, eyes that seemed familiar.

 

“Miroku?” Sango asked. Her eyes roamed over the silver-white hair and the face that was paler than usual. Two pinkish-red stripes adorned each cheek and upon his brow was a symbol in blue that was reminiscent of his staff, signifying his spiritual power. He raised a delicate silver-white brow as his mate looked him over as though seeing him for the first time. Her eyes continued to travel down to his hands that also held pinkish-red stripes and ended in long sharp claws. His chest was toned; well more like chiseled of fine marble, and two stripes adorned each breast and the lower side of his ribs. His height wasn't the only thing enhanced, he was rather much - larger - in certain aspects than he had been as human, though none would hear her complain.

 

As Sango continued to look upon her mate in wonder, he looked upon her. His burning golden eyes ran over her, just below waist length, thick midnight black hair. The raven tresses held deep dark blue highlights, the same dark crystalline blue color that striped her cheeks, and body. Upon her brow was a blood red symbol that of a much smaller Hiraikotsu the color signified her strength as a warrior and the shape of her symbol was hers alone. Her skin was a milky white and rose petal soft, her lips the light pink color of new sakura blossoms. Her breasts were a bit larger than they had been when she was human and her form more filled out, an hour glass held no candle to Sango's form. Elegant long, slender fingers ended in sharp claws.

 

“I thought we were supposed to turn human again this morning,” Sango said and gasped as wandering fingers found their way between her legs and to her nest of curls.

 

“So did I,” Miroku purred as he gently began rubbing his clawed digit against her clitoris, stimulating her into moaning her words as she spoke and in turn making him grow harder and lengthen at the sound of her voice and the look in her eyes. Suddenly he stopped his movements and sniffed at her his eyes glowing red. “You're in heat,” his eyes, though red clouded with lust and he was on top of her, his mouth covering hers.

 

Sango moaned into the deep kiss, tangling her tongue with his, her hands fisted in his thick silvery mane, she held him fast to her and wrapped one leg around his hip, pulling him closer until the entirety of their bodies were touching. His hands, though not idle, were slow, and caressed her body as though she was made of the finest silk, his kisses moved along her jaw and down to his mating mark upon her neck. His tongue tasted the skin there and he couldn't resist burying his fangs into the mark again, tasting her blood, tasting her passion, tasting her love.

 

She responded in kind, her own fangs sinking into the mark she had made upon him, growling low as she did so. Soon his slow loving was not enough and she gripped his waist between her feet and flung him off of her to the floor, only to pounce on him and snarl as she straddled him and pinned his hands to the floor beside his head, her own eyes red as she plunged her body down, her sopping velvet sheath encompassing his steely shaft and riding him into oblivion. Their moans and growls, and the loud thumping could be heard down the hall and even the youkai servants passing by blushed deeply at the mating noises.

 

 

 

 

Deep inside a densely vegetated hillside stood Kikyou, her soul catchers swirling around her and in the air above her like serpents in a hunting dance. The dead woman's eyes burned with hate and anger as she peered into the mirror that Kanna held before her. Naraku had sent Kanna to her to show Kikyou the events of the night before, to show the dead miko, Inuyasha's betrayal.

 

“Leave me now or I will purify you,” Kikyou said icily to the young girl. Kanna slipped into the thick forest without a word and soon she was lifted into the air upon Kagura's feather, the wind sorceress beside her as they flew away. “So Inuyasha you have forgotten your promise to me. If not for my reincarnation none of this would have happened and you would be in hell with me now, instead of mated to some youkai whore!”

 

Kikyou kneeled upon the plush emerald grass and closed her eyes, focusing on her reincarnation; she was able to see through her own mind and into Kagome's using the link between the piece of Kagome's soul that resided inside of her. A cold cruel smirk appeared on the miko's face as she was given clear view of Kagome's actions and feelings, and she began to manipulate her reincarnation's mind and thoughts. This would be perfect.

 

 

Kagome lay upon the bed, sleeping and still quite exhausted from the night's activities, though she soon began to feel questing fingers fondling her lower regions as a mouth engulfed her breast and suckled upon her nipple. The pleasure ensuing was so abundant she thought it to be too good not to be a dream, though she freely moaned with all the pleasure as she kept her eyes closed, simply enjoying the delicious feelings her lover invoked in her.

 

Kikyou smiled deep within the woods as she began to work her magick over Kagome's mind.

 

“I know you're awake koishii,” Sesshoumaru said to his mate, though it was not Sesshoumaru's voice that Kagome heard, rather it was Naraku's.

 

Kagome's eyes snapped open and she saw Naraku looming over her, molesting her and she gasped as the evil hanyou thrust his member deeply into her body. Kagome opened her mouth to protest but her voice wouldn't work, she couldn't talk, everything came out sounding like a moan of pleasure. No please! Kagome screamed in her mind. Sesshoumaru! Sesshoumaru help me! Please help me!

 

She's resisting me, Kikyou thought and smiled as she stepped her manipulation up a notch.

 

Kagome's eyes locked with Naraku's as he thrust hard in and out of her. Spilling his miasma seed into her womb, he was still not satisfied and pulled swiftly out the girl beneath him, flipping her body over and spreading her bottom open as he thrust deeply and mercilessly into her tight anal passage. Kagome finally found her voice under her own control and screamed with the pain and fear she felt. Suddenly she felt arms grab her and a scent she knew better than anything engulfed her senses and strong arms held her tightly.

 

 

“Kagome! Kagome wake up!” Sesshoumaru called out to his mate. He had been woken only a moment before by the fear lacing her scent and then fully awakened at her scream. Tears ran down her cheeks as she thrashed from her nightmare and he held her fast against his chest shaking her and calling to her trying desperately to wake her.

 

“NO!” Kagome screamed out and flung herself from Sesshoumaru's embrace. She was in the corner between the wall and the wardrobe before Sesshoumaru could blink. She sat in the small niche between the furniture and the wall and pulled her knees tightly to her chest as she shook and cried.

 

Sesshoumaru rose from the bed and crouched in front of her shaking form and called out to her as soothingly as he could.

 

“Kagome…Kagome - koi look at me…please koi, look at me.”

 

Tears came to Sesshoumaru's eyes as he saw the fear in his mate's eyes as she looked up at him, the fear in her eyes was heavy yes, but her blue depths were also empty, as though her soul were dying.

 

“Kagome,” he called again desperately.

 

Slowly recognition came to her eyes and she blinked several times, finally seeing her mate in front of her and not Naraku. Her voice was trembling with hope and uncertainty as she asked, “S-S-Sesshou - Sesshoumaru?” The taiyoukai nodded and his arms were suddenly full of his mate as she flung herself into his arms, clutching him so tightly that her nails dug into his skin.

 

Kagome held fast to Sesshoumaru, her own sanity depending upon his presence. His arms held her tightly as one hand petted her long raven hair. They simply sat for hours in their room, Kagome in his lap and their arms wrapped about the other tightly. He shushed and cooed to her, purring as soothingly as he could. He was at a loss for how to calm her, he'd never seen her so distraught before and although knew a nightmare had befallen her, he knew not what had scared her so.

 

Her voice, trembling and catching on her tears began to enlighten Sesshoumaru as to her fear. “I…I…I w-was i-in bed and I-I thought it was you…Someone was making love to me and I thought it w-was y-you…But when I heard them speak and I opened my eyes it - it wasn't you.”

 

“Who was it koi?” he asked softly.

 

“N-Naraku…I couldn't move and I c-couldn't speak…a-and when I tried t-to scream, it j-just, it came out as n-nothing m-more than a-a than a moan. I-I didn't want him to but he wouldn't stop…H-he touched me and - and made me enjoy it! I didn't want him to touch me! Sesshoumaru I swear I, I didn't like it but he made me enjoy it! I'm I'm so sorry! I didn't want to, I didn't. Please believe me, please I'm-”

 

“Shhhh,” he cooed as he rocked her gently in his arms. “I know koi, I know. Shhhh. Shhhhh. It was just a dream koi…I'm here, you're safe.”

 

Kagome held tighter to her mate, how much she wanted to believe him, but she was so afraid. She was so tired but was so very afraid to close her eyes, so very afraid to sleep.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

AN: Thousands of women are raped everyday in America alone, and many more elsewhere in the world. Some of them will have involuntary orgasms due to the stimulation upon their sensitive areas, for no other reason than it is being stimulated. Every woman feels shame after rape and for those who have orgasms; they feel as though it was much more their fault and that part of them must have wanted it and feel more shame for it. Involuntary orgasms are just that - involuntary. If you know of someone who ha been raped, if nothing else offer them a friendly, non judgmental shoulder to cry on and encourage them to seek counseling.